I’m around and a lot has gone on in these last months. I’ve been wanting to blog a lot in this time, but I never got around to it because I really had nothing to blog about, and for the longest time I didn’t feel like writing.
I actually gave up on writing. I did 13 Stories Til Halloween this year, and I’m so glad it’s back, but other than that I decided to take some time off from writing. I was in a bad place, as most of us were or have been because of this fucking pandemic, and I didn’t even release my next book, Hush Little Baby. It’s still unreleased, but I’ll get it out one day, because it’s done and ready.
I got a new job, third shift, making really good money, but it’s a ball buster of a job, and I spend most of my free time sleeping or relaxing now. This is the beginning of my fourth week and I’m still training, but damn, it’s kicking my ass. I’m going to stay with it, though, because it’s a great job with great pay, benefits, and a lot of paid holidays off.
The only thing that sucks about this new job is, they drug test, so I had to quit smoking weed. Which is fine, because I actually quit before I decided to go for the job, due to no money, which was due to not having a job. Besides, I was smoking so much during the pandemic, that I was buying the best stuff I could find and I still had to smoke a lot of it just to get a buzz. So it was a blessing all the way around that I quit.
One thing I will tell you about, my doctor. He’s such an idiot. He’s the first family physician I’ve had for myself in over a decade and a half, and he’s a Trump supporter. He actually made decisions on his practice based on what Trump said instead of what his years of studying in med school taught him.
The first thing I had an issue with was when I first went to see him. His nurse interviewed me to fill out my history, and asked if I drank. I told her I used to years ago, but I had a bad liver so I stopped, and now I don’t drink as much. When the doctor came in and asked to be filled in, she told him I used to be an alcoholic. I stopped that shit immediately, and she gave me a look like I was lying.
Then the pandemic hit, and I asked the doc if I should self quarantine, because I heard on the news that overweight, asthmatic, diabetic people were more susceptible to catching it and dying from it. He said I would be fine, because the warm summer would kill the virus and that I should go out among people. He got that part from Trump. Lucky me, I didn’t listen to him and stayed in, because as we all know, the virus has done nothing but grow in numbers since it started, including over the summer.
Then, I just happened to mention that I’d like to get weight loss surgery and he said that was okay. Later my wife saw him and said she wanted to lose weight, and he prescribed her this legal speed stuff. He then said he would’ve recommended it to me, but I was so gung ho about surgery that he didn’t say anything. I had just brought it up, that was it. Where he got gung ho from, I have no idea. Also, when he prescribed my wife and I the same speed, for some reason when we get it filled I get pills and she gets gel caps.
Lastly, he told me to keep taking my Metformin 500 mg and maybe we’d go up to 1000 mg. I told him I’m already on 1000 and that I have been. He looked at his notes and said that I wasn’t, that I was on 500. I went home and looked at my bottle. 1000 mg. I called the pharmacy, and they confirmed I was on 1000, signed by my doc. Yet when I went to get it refilled and it had to be called in, I got 500.
I’m done with this moron.
Anyway, I’ll be writing more soon, as I have a few things to talk about now. The next one, coming tomorrow probably, will be a review of the new AC/DC album, Power Up.